You're the Dog

Martin's expression shifted. He immediately stepped in front of Momo and looked up. The chief descended from the sky and landed on an open patch of ground not far ahead.

A refugee happened to be standing beside the chief. Startled by his landing, the man turned to run, but before he could take a step, the chief kicked a pebble at him and blasted him to pieces.

"Stop!"

Martin shouted as soon as he saw the chief kick the pebble, but by the time the word left his mouth, it was too late.

Anger flashed across his face. He barely knew these people, and he could not spend Resurrection Coins to bring them back.

A person could have a kind heart, but no one could be infinitely generous.

Martin knew he could not sacrifice everything for others. After all, although everyone in Infinite City had Resurrection Coins, they had always been precious consumables.

Even he could not squander them at will. Using one to revive a stranger would be far too extravagant.

It would be trading his own life for someone else's. If he used up all his Resurrection Coins, then unless someone was willing to revive him, being forgotten by everyone would mean he was truly dead.

Infinite City might look prosperous now, but many family lines had already died out.

After those players died, their sons and daughters could not afford to revive them. Then the children died on adventures of their own, with no one to revive them either. And so they truly died.

No one remembered them. No one knew who they were. They vanished without a sound.

Of course, some people had been dead for years, only for later players to dig up something interesting they had posted on the Forum. Those players then wanted